Stories by Kiikii no Squeaky-chan

Love is a funny thing, it really is. We don't choose who we fall in love with and we always seem to stand by that very person despite the personal sacrafices we make to do so. Is killing our sense of selves really worth it? I sometimes wonder about that.

This is just leading up to my next story and this is here as to not get you too confused. This is purposely written with extremely short chapters and not all that great writing.

My rampage of rants, on anything and everything Naruto, and I will take suggestions, but may ask for five points to defend. I am going to end this one so it is now complete.